We flew for many miles, over cities, forests, and hills. Charles slept, his head on Katie's lap. I grabbed another couple of street passes from Katie and Charles, rating Charlie's Mii "fantastic". I was getting closer to completing the new ZombiU puzzle, and by my estimates, I'd finish it a day or two after we would reach Redmond. Alroy's choice of The Beatles was currently playing, and he and Grandpa Ben were singing loudly to it. Katie rubbed Charles's back as he slept, looking out the window at the forest we were passing over.

"We'll be safe soon," I said to her, reaching over and squeezing her hand. She smiled at me, and held my hand tight.

"I hope so," she said. "Any more messages from Nintendo of America?"

"No," I said. "We have 6 days to reach Redmond. Hopefully more people got the message."

"As long as they aren't like you-know-who," Katie said, looking at Charles sadly. I nodded.

A couple hours later, we were flying over a town. It reminded me of my home. It was a big town, and the neighbors didn't get together much. The children were all different ages, so I had to look elsewhere for friends. Fortunately, there were plenty of kids at the school I went to that would play basketball with me at the park, when we weren't playing Smash Bros and Soul Calibur.

Charles woke up when we reached the other end of the town, and brought me back to reality. "Are we there yet?" he asked. The sun was still up in the sky, prolonged by the Summer day, but in a few hours, it would be night.

"Not quite, lad," Alroy said.

"We're still a ways off, sonny! We'll have to land later today for some food and rest. We won't be there til late tomorrow at the soonest," Grandpa Ben said.

"Oh," Charles said sadly. "Hey Steve, want to play a game?"

"What kind of game?" I asked. He sat for a moment, deep in his childhood thought.

"The first person to name a person better looking than himself wins!" Charles said, his face lighting up. "Grandpa Ben! I win!"

"The kid knows his stuff!" Grandpa Ben said.

"Can't you come up with a better game?" I said.

"Sore loser aren't you?" Katie said, laughing.

"Hmm," Charles looked out the window.

"I know a game," I said. "Here, put your hand out."

"Like this?" Charles said.

"Yeah, with your fingers extended." He held out his hands, palms up and I put mine on top of his. "Now, you need to flip your hands and try to hit mine before I pull away." He tried to do so, but I was too quick for him.

Charles turned to play with her. "Ok, but you have to try and hit me!" Charles said. We passed another hour or so playing this game, with even Alroy getting in on the action. Katie became the undisputed champ, with Alroy seizing second place. Katie and Charles insisted that I was the worst of the bunch. I checked my clock. 7:15 pm.

"How much longer are we going to fly today?" I asked. I had to say it a second time so Grandpa Ben could hear it over The Beatles.

"Not much longer. I just want to find a relatively zombie free landing place. Somewhere we can defend, and take off on a moments notice," Grandpa Ben said.

"Steve, Katie and I will take turns at watch while you and Charles here get some rest," Alroy said.

Not too long after, Grandpa Ben found a helicopter pad in Portland Oregon. He landed on it skillfully, and Alroy and I hopped out to make sure the doors we well barred. Thankfully, there were no zombies on the top floors. Without a grill, we wouldn't be able to enjoy Alroy's bacon specials, but Katie pulled out the cereal, as well as some peanuts, and apples. As the group ate, I layed out the sleeping bags by the foot of the helicopter.

"I'm going to turn in now, if you kids don't mind," Grandpa Ben said. "You should follow-suit soon, I want to start bright and early tomorrow!" He climbed into his sleeping bag, and was snoring within five minutes. Meanwhile, I pulled Katie off to the side.

"About what you said on the plane," I began.

"What, about you being easily distracted? Were you that offended," Katie said, jokingly.

"What? No, I meant what you said right before that. Did you mean it?" I said.

"Oh Steve, when do I say things that I don't mean?" Katie said with feigned innocence.

"Well, I just want to say, I uh, well, uh-"

"Oh no, it was you who ate my apple!" Katie said. Charles looked over from the sleeping bags, an apple in hand.

I took a deep breath. "I love you too," I managed, in a barely audible voice. Katie rolled her eyes.

"My hearing isn't as bad as Grandpa Ben's, but you'll have to speak louder than that," she said.